As the memory of what was, seems to drift like a dream in the morning,
we continue to move quickly down the corridor of time. We are being ushered into time doors that swing both ways. Down hallways that never end into a place that has not been created yet. All of us have seen and felt the difference
and the trail of chaos it leaves behind.
Time is like a wild horse that bucks the 24 hr system and continues
to look for a way out of the dimensional corral.
We all run like hamsters in a clear ball bumping into walls paddling our little feet as fast as we can. Not getting anywhere and exhausted by all the energy it took
just to get this far. Time brushes past us like a gust of wind, not asking our permission to do what it was born…
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